The main general has perished, and the terrified cavalry, naturally lacking the guts to continue their rampage, scattered in all directions.
Losa knelt on the ground, his hands supporting himself, wanting to assume a more dignified posture, but he couldn't muster any strength.
After using Half-Dragon Transformation, and then casting the Holy Spear, even with the aid of bloodline power, it was still too much for the current Losa. His strong skills were plentiful, but his limitations were spiritual power and physical strength.
In the distance, amidst the flying ash, a light cough sounded.
"The ash here is really thick."
Jeanne sat on the back of a sweat-blooded horse, frowning and coughing continuously, "My lord, you really look miserable right now."
Of course miserable!
